Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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Draco Malfoy

I'm standing in the corner leaning against the wall with a drink in my hand, as my eyes catches Jones with Milo across the room.

What the hell am I seeing? I thought to myself, is she flirting with him?

I've seen them these past few weeks, they've been sitting and walking around together, he had been giving her a lot of attention, and he was lucky enough that I didn't threw him out if the fucking team.

My eyes were locked onto her, I felt my blood running hot, jealousy pumping through my veins. I didn’t want to see this, I didn’t want to look at this.

I could see her smiling at Milo, laughing at the words he is saying to her.

She’s actually laughing at that oaf’s comments.

I clenched my jaws as she averted her eyes from Milo and looks around, for a second her eyes catches mine but she looks away quickly, smiling at something that bastard said and he fucking moves closer to her.

I felt like I’m watching her get stolen from me when she isn't even mine in first place, every inch that he moves closer to her, the hotter my blood boils.

I wanted to storm across the room and yank her away from him, away from all these bastards who have their eyes on her because she’s pretty.

It was torture, watching her laugh at something he is saying to her.

What’s she finding so amusing? That oaf’s jokes? Who the hell does he think he is to make her laugh and grin like that?

I watched her grin grow wider as he’s talking to her and he even touches her shoulder as he speaks, as if he’s a confident enough to have such liberty at touching her like that and my blood boils even more seeing that.

She’s letting him touch her.

Why the hell is she letting this oaf touch her? I didn’t miss the second glance she shot me, is she trying to make me jealous? Because it’s freaking working and I hate that she can actually do that to me.

He leans closer to her ear, slipping one arm around her waist. Which makes my jealousy shoot up. My fingers curling into a fist almost crushing the glass in my hand.

Jealousy and rage was filling my entire body as I watched them continue to talk. And why, why the hell I have to watch this torture, there's nothing more I want to do than punch his face and push him away from her.

He was too close now, touching her arm, his other hand on her waist, she was clearly not pushing him away either as she's staying in place and even smiling at him.

She let him touch her waist and he was enjoying it like he had some sort right to do so, a smile on his lips, and she was just standing there like a pretty little idiot.

She had the biggest grin on her face while she glanced over at me again, and that grin slowly turned into a smug smile. I can see that she's proud of the fact that she was able to get such a reaction out of me, which made my blood boil even more.

She really wants to see just how jealous I am, she likes this.

I clenched my fists, feeling a burning rage filling up my throat and the jealousy was practically eating me up inside.